Tina! Bring me the axe!
Well I assumed that when you have an axe lodged in your skull, your pulse tends to bottom out on you.
I tell you what, kids, it’s, uh, odd thing here. Your wrist, uh, far as I can tell, is, uh, fractured in three places. Uh, and you’ve shattered, uh, two vertebrae, though I can’t be certain without an X-ray… The bone protrusion through the skin – that’s not a good sign. You’re body temperature is below 80, and your, your, your heart’s stopped beating.
All dinosaurs feared the T-Rex!
Please, Trog, let me have the girl!
Please don’t eat the daisies.
Feed me, Seymour / Feed me all night long
An intelligent carrot. The mind boggles.
I seem to want to ask if you set all this up. If I do, you ain’t gonna tell me, are you? No. You’re a smart man, Mr. Gallagher. I’m pretty smart myself. Don’t get too smart.
Get Smart.
Here, go get yourself a course in karate.
I know kung fu.
It means: Be advised. I’m mean, nasty and tired. I eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea’s ass at 200 meters. So why don’t you go hump somebody else’s leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.
I missed… I never miss.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell? The whole hill. Smelled like… victory.
OH MOMMIE, yOU WON!
Listen here Birdie, it may be a good day for you, but it ain’t for Pa. All the poor man wanted was a new tobacco pouch and instead he won a house he didn’t want and he got a bad sunburn.
“There’s a long list of things I don’t care for: doctors, sunburn, mosquitoes, people who outstay their welcome… I could go on forever. But there is one thing I cannot bear, and that’s self-pity. It destroys everything around it. Now don’t be that idiot. Don’t let that happen.”
I’m on a mission to save the world from giant mosquitos! Man, the late show doesn’t get any better than this.
Yes, Shel, tragically the tse-tse flies are protected against pilferage by the Guacamole Act of 1917.